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September 18, 2011

Under the table and dreaming

I got lost, for a moment. Breakfast plate, newspaper, tiny glass of orange juice. The slapslapslap of a brother and sister fighting beneath the dining room table turned fort-tent wakes me to reality. We have guests coming for a party. Probably should get this cleaned up. I wish it could stay like that. I imagine everyone sitting cross-legged on the floor, under the table, in another world. Someday.

We'll go to church. Another new-to-us one but this time (this time I hope) it will stick. The kids like it well enough and I'm aware that I am of that age, where that is what matters most about a church right now.

I'll go to the store. We need buns for the sandwiches and more funfetti cupcake mix thanks to the eight casualties from me dropping the pan after pulling them out of the oven last night. God made dirt and dirt don't hurt except when we're serving them to guests. And p.s. have you seen my floors?

I dry my hair and start out with a brush but toward the end I just let it be. Half put-together and half-whatever, and I've twisted my lipstick's last twist.

Ok, you've had your pity party, now look in the mirror and tell yourself how great you are and what a wonderful day it is going to be! If your guests are coming to see YOU they'd love to sit under the table. Are you game to try it? Besides if they are coming to check out your cleaning or lack of it, give them what they're looking for - the house au naturel. Life is a banquet - eat the main dish not the crumbs!

These posts of yours are the reason why I'm a big stalker. I love everything you write but these slice-of-true-life, half-put-together-half-whatever ones just make us all feel not so alone. I feel you on the church thing, on the hair, on the bickering. All of it, sister.